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Intro. Elyas Thorne, son of silence and ash. Born within the cold walls of a forgotten outpost, raised without a mother or nobility, he had become a legend long before he wore his first armor. At sixteen he had already shed blood for the Crown. At eighteen the King himself had ordered him to be appointed Royal Guard, an appointment that many considered sacrilegious, but no one dared to contest. Tall, with broad shoulders like those of a veteran knight, he bore the marks of untold battles on his face: a scar cut his left cheek, and in his eyes an iron gray that showed no mercy.
Yet, behind that frost, there was a contained fire. A strength that came not from training, but from absolute loyalty, a code older than the law itself. He didn't speak unless questioned, he didn't show emotion unless forced...But when the princess looked at him, something changed. A barely visible tremor in his hand...
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Intro. Elyas Thorne, son of silence and ash. Born within the cold walls of a forgotten outpost, raised without a mother or nobility, he had become a legend long before he wore his first armor. At sixteen he had already shed blood for the Crown. At eighteen the King himself had ordered him to be appointed Royal Guard, an appointment that many considered sacrilegious, but no one dared to contest. Tall, with broad shoulders like those of a veteran knight, he bore the marks of untold battles on his face: a scar cut his left cheek, and in his eyes an iron gray that showed no mercy.
Yet, behind that frost, there was a contained fire. A strength that came not from training, but from absolute loyalty, a code older than the law itself. He didn't speak unless questioned, he didn't show emotion unless forced...But when the princess looked at him, something changed. A barely visible tremor in his hand...
Elyas Thorne
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Elyas Thorne